LOGINELLE's POV
“What?” I blurted out in shock. Everything was taking a really sharp turn and I couldn't help but wonder if I was dreaming. “I know this is a lot and I'm sorry for adding that last part in but I can't hold it in anymore, Elle. I'm in love with you and I want nothing more than to have you for the rest of my life. You can take as long as you want to process everything, I'll be right here waiting for you no matter how long” He assured with a genuine smile. How was this happening? I was expecting everything else but this… a marriage proposal?! To think that I got divorced yesterday to be asked for marriage today. How ironic! “Last night…” I was beginning to say when he cut me off. “Yes, last night was all my fault. I was so sad about my grandfather's passing that I drank too much and we got intimate. It was not my intention but I don't regret it either, Elle. I had the best night except I was too drunk to remember much about it” he chuckled but dimmed it down when he noticed I was not smiling. “I need to use the restroom, excuse me” I said and made my way out of the office. I went to the restroom, I just needed some time to exhale and think or I might just go crazy. I felt bad that while he was grieving last night, I had plotted to deceive him. Ben… I mean Raymond had never done anything bad to me, his only problem was that I was married and in love with Richard. I was ready to do anything to save my marriage that I didn't think toying with his feelings would hurt him. No, I have to tell him the truth. His intentions were pure and genuine and I knew any girl would be happy to marry him, but if I truly wanted to give him a chance, I can't begin our foundation with lies. I will be honest with him and be ready for whatever reaction I would receive, if he would still have me then… I washed my hands and stepped out of the restroom with the determination to tell him everything and damn the consequences. But I was immediately blocked by Richard who pulled me to a corner with urgency. “Stupid woman! Did you not know the manager was the young CEO? Huh? How could you entangle yourself with him and try to deceive him? I don't want to get fired because of your foolishness or I'm going to make your life hell” he threatened angrily. I looked at his agitated face and chuckled, “You are asking how when you are the one who pushed me to accept his advances? Now it's all my fault right? Pathetic!” I was angry more at myself than anyone else. How did I let myself get pulled into this mess all because of love? I was so desperate that I didn't see what a walking red flag I had married. “How dare you insult me? I see that sleeping with the CEO has made you gutsy. Do you think if you tell him the truth he will forgive you and accept you with open arms? Stop being delusional! I heard the young CEO is a no nonsense man regardless of how calm he looks. You will be lucky if he doesn't get you arrested after kicking you out of his company” He barked bitterly. I hissed, having had enough of his talking, “As long as you will be going down with me then I don't care” I knew he was seething with anger but I eyed him dismissively and made to leave. I just had to be honest with him, even if I will be implicated. That was the difference between me and my ex husband. “Don’t you dare walk away from me, Elle” Richard reached for my hand and roughly pulled me back. In that moment before I could react, footsteps approached us and a familiar face came to view. It was Raymond. “What is going on here?” he asked in a cool but intimidating voice while staring hard at Richard. Richard withdrew his hold on me in an instant and spoke up in a slightly shaky voice, “Oh it's nothing, we were just discussing some personal matter. Nothing serious at all, right Elle?” Raymond's gaze fell on me and it visibly softened or maybe I was imagining it, while I was lost for words he looked like he was searching my eyes for a reaction. I suddenly felt too open to him and I looked away, “Um… yeah, it's nothing” I spoke up too, trying to regain my composure. “I’ll be leaving now, I have some work to turn over” Richard said and tried to take his leave but Raymond stopped him by folding his hands and clearing his throat. Then he turned to me and asked with his face full of concern, “Are you okay, Elle? Did he do anything?” I was taken aback by his concern for me, the switch in countenance when he looks at me and when he looks at Richard was too big to miss. Just how much did he care for me to have such an effect on him? Richard never cared this much before in all our seven years of marriage. “No no, he didn't. I'm completely fine” I dismissed with a fake reassuring smile. I could see Richard's veins look like they were about to pop from gnashing his teeth from silent anger. It admittedly pleased me to see him so worked up about Raymond. Raymond nodded in understanding before turning back to Richard, “I was your manager for a while so I know the accounting department very well. This isn't the office break time so don't loiter around when there are tons of accounts to settle. Am I clear?” he asked, his hard looking face was back. “Y..yes Sir” Richard stammered with a hint of fear in his voice. He was always so fearless with me but seemed he had met his match. Richard left after sparing me one last glance, I thought I could see the disbelief in them that Raymond valued me this much. I don't blame him, I was still trying to get used to it too. “Are you ready to tell me what's really going on now?” Raymond asked me while taking my hands in his. “But I said it was nothing…” I tried to say but he cut me off. “I know it's not, I saw Richard pull your hand roughly. It's fine if you don't want to tell me, I will respect that and let you be. "His voice sounded sad as he turned to leave and I felt confused on what to do. After listening to Richard about the consequences of telling him the truth, a part of me was scared to do it because I didn't want to be arrested and sent to jail. But for how long could I keep the truth hidden? If he found out later, I knew it was going to be worse. I made up my mind after a few seconds of contemplation and stopped him from leaving, “I need to tell you something but not here in the office, I don't…” I was stopped from talking with his finger on my lips. “...Then let's get out of here” he said I was stunned by his decisiveness, “But what about work?” I asked. “I’m the CEO remember?” he smirked and his eyes flashed with a glint of mischievousness.ELLEThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the quiet.I rolled over, stretching my arm across the sheets, but the space beside me was cold. Raymond hadn’t been in bed for a while. My chest tightened just slightly. He never left without saying something—not unless something was weighing heavily on him.But these days it had been different. I pushed the covers aside and sat up, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. Maybe he was in the bathroom. I padded across the carpet and cracked the door open, half-expecting the sound of running water.But the bathroom was empty. The mirror was spotless, no fog, no steam clinging to the glass.“He didn’t even shower in here…” I whispered to myself.A knot formed in my stomach, but I shook it off and turned the faucet on. I took off my clothes. The water warmed quickly, spilling over my skin. I leaned against the wall of the shower, letting it wash the sleep away.Memories tugged at me, uninvited but vivid.Another morning, months ag
RAYMONDRichard blinked, confusion cutting through his arrogance.“Yes,” Elle continued, her tone sharpening, “a toothpick I used to pull out the real rot stuck in my teeth. And when I was done, I didn’t just throw you away. I broke you. Shattered you into something smaller than you already were. And I’ll keep breaking you, Richard. Again and again, until your life is nothing but a miserable echo of what you want it to be.”Richard’s face twisted, rage flooding his features. He lunged forward across the table, but the cuffs yanked him short. “You ungrateful little—!”“Sit back!” one of the officers barked, forcing him into the chair again.Melody finally broke, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Elle, please! It wasn’t me. I didn’t want to do any of this. It was Richard—he forced me. I swear!”Elle didn’t even look at her. “You stood by him. You watched. You helped. That was your choice.”“Elle—” Melody sobbed, but the officer yanked her to her feet, ignoring her protests.Another offi
RaymondThe woman stopped midway down the path, then turned back. Elle didn’t even have to call her again—the woman’s feet strolled as if some thread had been tugged. When she reached us she looked like a person who had been holding her breath for a long time, lips pulled into a grim, rehearsed smile that had finally given up.Elle stepped forward, eyes boring into the woman as if she could force the truth out with pressure alone. “When we were in Mr. Hart’s office,” she said, her voice low. “Someone was eavesdropping in the corridor. I didn’t see their face. I wasn’t looking. But I remember the trousers—brown cotton, worn at the knees. Not staff, not a delivery uniform.”The woman’s hands trembled. Her eyes dropped to her legs as if seeing them for the first time—to her brown pants—then wandered up to the name tag pinned to her blouse. Michelle Hart, it read in a small, tired font.The small, ugly thing inside me that catalogues people’s tells straightened like a hunting dog. Clinto
RAYMONDTwo days was how long it took for us to get permission to visit.The media house looked deceptively calm from the outside. Glass walls glittered under the afternoon sun, headlines rotated across digital screens, and employees strolled through the lobby with cups of coffee as if nothing in the world could touch them. But Elle’s hand tightened in mine the moment we stepped through those glass doors.We had been passed around for over an hour. First the receptionist, then a junior manager, then a supervisor. Everyone wore the same polite mask, the same rehearsed lines.“I’m sorry, but that’s confidential.”“I understand your concerns, but our sources are protected.”“Perhaps you should try speaking with someone else.”By the time we were finally ushered into the editor’s office, Elle’s patience had snapped. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, her jaw set, her knuckles white where she gripped the chair.The editor—a balding man with a round face and a voice too soft to
ELLERaymond's face changed—something like wonder softened everything. “I won’t stop,” he said, and it wasn’t bravado. It was a vow. “I can’t take back the years you lost. I can’t erase what he did. But I will protect you now. From everything. From rumors, from men like him, from the past that keeps trying to bleed into our present. I promise.”Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, a sweet, astonished ache. It was dangerous to trust words—people had used them to hurt me before—but his hands were warm and steady. The truth felt steadier when it carried weight like that.“Why didn’t your aunt tell me when I met her the first time?” I asked, my voice soft.He sighed. “She… she was trying to protect me. She thought that if you knew that I had been there, it would complicate you further. She assumed distance was better for both of us. She was wrong, and she knows that now.” He let out a breath that sounded like surrender. “But Aunt Althea also saved me. She made me leave to keep me out
ELLEThe clock had ticked past midnight when I heard the soft click of the front door. I sat up in bed, the lamplight still burning low beside me. My heart fluttered, equal parts relief and nerves, when Raymond stepped into the room. He hadn't returned since he stepped out to make the call. Aunt Althea had waited behind to see him, but he didn't return.I called him a few times and he kept saying he was busy. I had to let him be.Seeing him now made me hurt.His shoulders were tense and his eyes heavy with something I couldn’t quite read.He paused when he saw me awake. “Elle,” he murmured, his voice carrying both fatigue and apology. He came closer, running a hand over his face before sitting on the edge of the bed.“I’m sorry for leaving without telling you. There were things I needed to take care of. But that's not an excuse, and I know. I should’ve said something.”I studied him quietly for a moment, then reached for his hand. “It’s alright,” I said softly. “I understand.”His







